While working on the quilt I awoke one night and wrote the following to go with the quilt I made.
TWINKLE, TWINKLE
Twinkle, twinkle “K. Stoned” stars,
How they wonder what you are.
Strewn across the fabric blue,
None the same, the lot of you.
Ribbon, yarn and fabric shine,
Making every star divine.
Twinkle, twinkle “K. Stoned” stars,
How they wonder what you are.
Silk, chenille or perhaps cotton,
Don’t ask the quilter, she’s forgotten!
Shimmer bright and sparkle too,
Many eyes are viewing you.
Wonder they will at your creation,
Yet that won’t stop their awed elation.
Class was held and specs were told,
But she’s not one to fit the mold.
“Make a grid.” “Heavens, NO!
Let me free to create and sew.”
“The method’s great. The teacher’s fine.
But this star quilt will be all mine.”